It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Somewhere along the line we developed skills that help us navigate and survive. For many of us one of the skills we developed was to tell ourselves a story about who we are. For many of us, me included, we (or definitely someone we know) became the victims. We learned that to have a victim, there also has to be a villain and a hero, but in the end we were reliant on others to confirm our narrative. But what do we do when we

I felt absolutely alone. I was four years old and dealing with the weight of feeling unwanted. That’s more weight than a child should bear, but those were the cards I was dealt. Those lonely moments started the story of the “Jason” who has arrived at this time and place for this purpose. I lived with my grandparents until I was eight. That’s fairly common now, but it was less so when I was young. Living with them in itself wasn’t bad, but the lack of parental love, nurturing,